User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/The Wrath of Gormad Tunn/@comment-25220117-20130808131316/@comment-25220117-20140226224210

"Simple." The fox slunk out of the trees, rubbing a paw irately against a bruise on his forehead. "We take food away from de horde. De less dey 'ave, de less 'appy Damug's lot are. An' all de while, us Byral loyalists git all de food Damug's never sees." Vendace walked up to the rat until they were face to face, standing at his full height and scowling at him. "Get it?"